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	'<{title}>' => 'No more cargo box',
	'takedown' => '2017-11-01',
	'<{body}>' => <<<END
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<section id="drudgery">
	<h2>Drudgery</h2>
	<p>
		My discussion post for the day:
	</p>
	<blockquote>
		<p>
			Personally, smoking isn&apos;t something I&apos;d tolerate in my home.
			Before I ever married someone, drugs such as tobacco are something we&apos;d definitely need to discuss, and if we weren&apos;t in total agreement, we&apos;d need to break up and see other people.
			If my husband did decide to start smoking after we were married, and refused to quit, I&apos;d probably leave him.
			Marriage is about improving each other&apos;s lives, not dragging your partner down to a lesser quality of life that you specifically promised not to.
			He&apos;d have to choose between me and the smokes.
		</p>
		<p>
			Depending on the situation though, walking out isn&apos;t an option for everyone.
			If life reaches a particular low, such as having to constantly inhale my husband&apos;s toxic cigarette fumes, I think I could find the strength to realise he didn&apos;t really love me and get out.
			You don&apos;t make someone you love breathe poison.
			But I&apos;m not the type to ever have children.
			The world is overpopulated already, so I don&apos;t plan to add to the problem.
			But some people do have children.
			And in such cases, children act as baggage preventing a clean break from a noxious relationship.
		</p>
		<p>
			So how should the wife of the person you speak of deal with the situation?
			I&apos;d say she should leave him, if feasible.
			You say he&apos;s been running from his problems using cigarettes for over twenty years.
			That&apos;s not just a rough patch.
			That&apos;s a lifestyle.
			And she probably doesn&apos;t deserve to have to live that way.
			She should let him know though; give him a chance.
			She should tell him that if he doesn&apos;t quit smoking within some specific-but-reasonable time frame, he&apos;s going to lose her.
		</p>
	</blockquote>
</section>
<section id="rings">
	<h2>Replacement rings</h2>
	<p>
		I figured I&apos;d just go ringless for a wile, after having lost that ring yesterday.
		That&apos;s not going to work though.
		If it was just at my current job, it&apos;d be fine.
		But I&apos;m going to be looking foe a new job soon, and rings are a part of my personal style.
		I&apos;ve got first impressions to make.
		I&apos;ll have to order a new one, but since the new one will have a better design than the old ones, I&apos;ll need to get a mate for it and replace both rings.
		Besides, the old ring I have left is still too large.
		My lost finger girth is why I lost this ring&apos;s mate to begin with.
	</p>
	<p>
		Speaking of new ring designs, I&apos;ve confirmed that my fingers are now into the upper range of what&apos;s offered for several designs.
		With a bit more weight loss, I could get into something even snazzier, but even with just how far I&apos;ve come so far, the selection that&apos;s available to me has greatly improved.
		I always felt like the rings I chose were make-do, even before I chose them.
		They were really the only option I could find that was even slightly similar to what I was after and was offered in my size.
		We fatsos just don&apos;t have the same selection as everyone else.
		Things can only continue to improve as I make progress in fixing this oversized body of mine.
	</p>
	<p>
		I can&apos;t help but feel that my entries as of late probably make me sound anorexic.
		I swear that I&apos;m not.
		Of course an anorexic person would say that; they think that they&apos;re monstrously fat when they&apos;re actually too thin.
		That&apos;s why they do what they do.
		They don&apos;t realise they&apos;re anorexic.
		Or at least that&apos;s my understanding of their condition.
		I can&apos;t see my toes when I look straight down though.
		There&apos;s definitely a large bulge on my chest still.
		You can&apos;t see my bones, either.
		I&apos;d actually rather not get thin enough to see my bones, but seriously, the fact that you can&apos;t should show that, at a minimum, I&apos;m not vastly underweight.
	</p>
</section>
<section id="cargo">
	<h2>Cargo box</h2>
	<p>
		I&apos;ve been trying to figure out how to break the news about the cargo box to my mother.
		She has a tendency to overreact and take offence to things, so I needed a way to tell her gently that she messed up by impatiently dismantling it without talking to me instead of letting me get to it when I had time as I&apos;d told her I&apos;d do.
		My wording and general direction I&apos;d been planning to lead the conversation has been changed countless times as I ran the scenario through my head over the past couple weeks.
	</p>
	<p>
		As you may or may not recall from past journal entries, my mother&apos;s water heater has been out for a while now.
		I don&apos;t even remember how long.
		Months, at least.
		Maybe a year now?
		Probably not quite that long.
		So she uses my place to shower.
		She&apos;s typically here when I&apos;m at work though, so I don&apos;t see or speak with her when it happens.
		I caught her before she left this time though.
		I wasn&apos;t sure how to approach the subject, so I&apos;ve been kind of planning to wait until she brought it up.
		That would allow me to explain the situation in the most passive and gentile way I could.
		My bringing it up couldn&apos;t be seen as on the attack in her delusional world is I hadn&apos;t brought it up in the first place.
		And much to my relief, she did indeed bring it up.
		The anticipation is over.
	</p>
	<p>
		She noticed that I&apos;d transferred the bike seat, but not the cargo box, and inquired about that.
		So I explained that I&apos;d tried three times to install it on my bike, but that because I hadn&apos;t seen how it&apos;d come apart, all attempts had ended in failure.
		And smoothly, I continued that she could have it back as she&apos;d get more use out of it than I was getting.
		I anticipated two likely reactions, knowing her.
		The first option would be that she&apos;d take it back.
		The thing would be out of my hair.
		I got really frustrated when she just taken it apart without talking to me first, and the thing has become a bit of an object of frustration for me.
		It&apos;d be nice to have that monkey off my back.
		The second likely option was that she&apos;d offer to install it on my working bike.
		I do not in any way want her to do that, as if I can&apos;t get it off, I&apos;ve got no ride to work.
		If she chose this option though, I could steer the conversation the way it needed to go to undo the damage she&apos;d done without undoing the help she&apos;d provided, thereby getting the thing into a working state.
		She chose the second option.
	</p>
	<p>
		I explained that if she was to install it, it&apos;d need to be installed back to the non-working bike it&apos;d come off of, just in case I wasn&apos;t able to uninstall it later.
		That way, if I wasn&apos;t able to remove it myself, it&apos;d be the non-working bike that was out of commission, not the bike that serves as my only method of transportation to work.
		She didn&apos;t understand at first why the cargo box couldn&apos;t go to work with me, but that was easy enough to explain.
		The bike rack at work, which is designed for three bikes, often has up to six.
		There&apos;s really no space for a cargo box.
		If I get there first, I block out other bikes that need to park, and if I don&apos;t, I can&apos;t lock up my own bike.
		Honestly though, I wouldn&apos;t want to lug that thing everywhere anyway.
		It&apos;s a tool for errands, not a permanent weight and bulk for me to travel with when not even using it.
		She didn&apos;t get mad or freak out, but she also didn&apos;t like this setup.
		She wanted the cargo box to stay permanently on the bicycle.
		But she also understood that it couldn&apos;t.
		So she took it back after all.
		I am now free of it.
	</p>
</section>
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